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Re: "Uncut" review of Cavaliers.

  • Subject: Re: "Uncut" review of Cavaliers.
  • From: "Damian Kingsbury" <damian@pl...freeserve.co.uk>
  • Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2000 02:40:56 -0700
I'd heard a rumour that Uncut had given Cavaliers a good review and I had
a funny feeling the reviewer might be Chris Roberts...
    -----Original Message-----
    From: sdhill <sdhill@br...net>
    To: blueplanes@st...net <blueplanes@st...net>
    Date: 04 March 2000 18:06
    Subject: "Uncut" review of Cavaliers.


    Review of "Cavaliers" in U.K. monthly publication Uncut.

    The enduring Bristol mavericks - formed the same year as new hot
things The Flaming Lips, incidentally - return from a four year absence to
push amuch tin around airstrip one. they intend to release no less than
five albums this year.

    Cavaliers is an aptly-named double, literate and licentious, dominated
by the 28 minute title track, which wriggles wantonly from folk to punk,
pulling the hair of most points between. Ringleader Gerard Langley purrs
of a pride of lions and a watch of nightingales and spits "Fuck it, take
our knowing analogies".

    On the second disk's grand follies, out-takes and freak-outs, the
closing response piece, "Roundheads", at a mere 15 minutes, is the best.
Imagine an examination of the work ethic by T.S. Eliot over a stoned
Stooged riff, only more fun. And more serious.  Shamelessly unbuckle yhose
safety belts again.

    Chis Roberts.
    * * * * (Out of 5)